All Chapters of Mr Billionaire Dangerous Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dante's POVLike a storm, I burst through the doors of my parents' mansion, fury racing through my veins, my eyes ablaze with anger.I stride toward the second living room, hoping to find some peace, but no one is around except the maids, who aren't worth talking to right now.I’m looking for my mother. And my father.They are the reason I’m in this mess. If only they hadn’t tried to force me into marrying that woman in the penthouse, maybe I wouldn’t be this angry, frustrated, and sad. Maybe I would have been on my way to work, eager for a new challenge.They caused this. They need to answer for it.At the wedding yesterday, it all became clear. My mother was the one behind everything. She reminded my father about the idea and pushed him to force me into this.It’s unfair. Completely unfair.It’s cruel.Just as I approach the living room, Nitta appears. When she spots me, she smiles and waves, but I shove past her and enter the room, seeing my mother sitting in her usual chair, sippin

Dante's POVMy gaze darts outside the car window, watching the rain pattering and the droplets sliding down the glass as I ignore the fear consuming my insides.I left the office before the rain began so I could return to my parent's mansion to see Mom or Dad.But, on second thought, I decided to see Anita instead. Mom will never tell me what’s going on. Dad must have sworn to secrecy, never to tell me either, and it’s breaking me.Curiosity is killing me.My mother is dying, and I didn’t even notice something strange? Is this how much I’ve distanced myself from my family?What exactly is happening? Where is it hurting? Why did Anita use the word “dying” instead of “sick”? Is it something incurable?Mother doesn’t even look sick. She looks as healthy as always. She even looks more beautiful recently, and the thought of it almost makes me tear up.My mother can't die. No.I will do everything in my power to make sure she survives this, but first, I need to know the source of the ailmen

Dante's POVI felt a shiver run through me as she spoke. I never thought I'd see her here, in my room of all places. This was the last thing I expected.The pounding headache, the weight of my worries, and the gloomy weather outside weren't making anything easier.I walked into the room with my eyes closed, hoping everything would return to normal, like before. Back when life felt simple, when I could always turn to Mom for guidance and everything would somehow work itself out. Most of my problems were tied to my business, and she'd always be there, ready to help.There were times I even went to Dad for advice, but I'd usually end up getting help through Mom. She's been my support, my mentor. A woman with a heart of gold.So, why is Sophia here? I wondered to myself, shaking off my thoughts as she waved a hand in front of me to snap me back to reality.The headache, no doubt, was from the stress and the constant thinking. I was supposed to take a break, maybe even go on vacation with

Dante's POVWhen she isn’t out after five minutes, I sigh—not out of surprise, though. Sophia has redefined the concept of tardiness worldwide.She’s never on time for anything. Not even our wedding.Why would today be any different?That woman is a walking paradox. I used to believe I had a certain effect on women, but Sophia? She’s the exception.I never thought I could keep my temper in check around anyone, but Sophia somehow makes me the most patient man alive.How can I stay arrogant when she leaves no room for it? How can I remain stubborn when she out-stubborns me to the point of exhaustion?At this point, I’m just letting her have her way. I’ve got too much on my plate to make her another one of my problems.My mother is my priority now.Sophia promised to talk to her for me.Without asking, she went ahead and called my mom to arrange for us to have dinner tonight.I still can’t figure out how she managed it. But then again, my mom likes her. Everyone in my family does—except m

Dante's POVWe left the mansion without speaking to Mother. She didn’t even glance at me but was all smiles with Sophia.I thought having Sophia talk to her for me would help. I believed it might soften her and make it easier to approach her again.I need to talk to her—desperately. I need to assure her that everything will be okay. But how can I help her if she won’t talk to me? We need to discuss her feelings, her fears. I have to convince her to keep up the treatment.She can’t give up. She’s the one who taught me never to give up. How could she abandon the fight when she still has a chance?What puzzles me more is that Father isn’t saying anything. When I brought it up after dinner—when Mother and Sophia had left—he simply ignored me.Should I visit him tomorrow? It stings that Anita, who’s hardly ever home, seems to know more than I do. She hinted at something but wouldn’t explain, leaving me even more confused.Didn’t she say Father knew about it? If he does, why is he so indiff